She Thinks I'm Old

[Jervis Pendleton]

Somewhat amusing

A semblance of style

Certainly better than many a letter

I've read in a while

But what makes me chuckle

Lo and behold!

She thinks I'm old

And crusty, too, perhaps

And cold

She thinks I'm old

A misconceit has taken hold

Good punctuation

The humour is quaint

And reading her prose I suppose

Is more fun than, say

Watching the drying of paint

But it's sort of funny

In its own sort of way

She thinks I'm grey

Why she thinks so I can't say

She thinks I'm grey

And no doubt withering away

But I made clear my obligation

Does not include communication

A girl could lead to aggravation

Boys never question their patron's appearance

They'd never consider such gross interference

Boys are less trouble in my estimation

My appearance should mean as little to her as hers to me!

Is she fair or dark, fat or thin

Short or tall, I've no idea!

And no wish to know

What does it matter?

She has a brain

That's what matters

A brain, and a wit

And a fearless turn of phrase

This girl deserves her chance!

A good education

Is all that she'll need

Then she'll go on to write

A triumphant first novel

The great literati will read

She'll be the crème de le crème

The talk of the town

A prominent author of world renown

While I'll look on from the side

Glowing with pride

Knowing how it all began

Content to remain in the shadows

A girl-hating grey old man